Salute To The General

Chapter 952 Zizan Barton

The Bartons resided in a mansion at Forthmore City, Northania.

As the gates opened slowly, a Knight XV, a luxurious armored SUV that cost 20 million and was known as the moving tank, sped into the mansion with ten more black SUVs following its lead.

Acrowd of a thousand men in suits was gathered at the mansion. They bowed in unison, "Welcome home, Young Master!"

As soon as the Knight XV came to a stop in front of the majestic palace-like mansion, a butler rushed forward to open the car door.

Then, a handsome and muscular man in a fitting suit got down from the car. The more prominent members of the Barton family greeted the man simultaneously. "Greetings, Young Master!”

It turned out that the exceptionally handsome and well-built man in front of them was none other than the young master of the Barton family and the eldest son of Schubert Barton, Zizan Barton.

Zizan Barton led his black-clad men into the mansion and asked his butler coldly, "What's the situation right now, Mr. Sanders?"

Tony Sanders was the remaining butler alive out of the three butlers of the Barton household. He kept up with his young master's pace and replied in a low voice, "Master led his men to Channing to save Sir Tom and Sir Jerry, but he underestimated Nathan."

“None of them made it back. The men were arrested, and Master had cerebral infarction. He was sent back to us by Nathan."

me to transfer 30 billion to the Cross family. However, Nathan did not let Master

on Zizan Barton's grim face darkened further when he heard the news. Soon,

bed. He was surrounded by medical equipment as a doctor and a few nurses

After observing his paralyzed father, Zizan Barton turned and asked, "Doctor Ludden, can you save him?" Dean Ludden had an awkward expression on his face as he muttered, "It's not entirely impossible medically

your medical theories. I'm asking you one more

had no choice

state at best if we continue giving him nutrition drips. I'm afraid

"| understand," Zizan nodded.

before Zizan suddenly grabbed a pair of scissors on the

Pfft!

stared incredulously at the pair of scissors protruding from his chest. "You..."

Pit! Pit, pf...

Barton stabbed repetitively at the poor doctor until the latter fell to the ground in the pool of

nurses covered

Bartons were frightened as

fast, they lowered their heads and kept as quiet as

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